Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.